BILLY BOY
Poor Billy boy was music mad,
On music mad was he;
And yet he was as blithe a lad
As any lad could be,
With a "hey-de-diddle,
Bow and fiddle,
Rig-a-my, ho!" sang he -
For Bill was as blithe a lad
As any lad could be.
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Diddily Dee Dot's Dreamland for Children Everywhere : Blog: "Wed, 23 Sep 2009"
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Some Little Rhymes Especially for YOU!
Barber,barber, shave a pig;
How many hairs will make a wig?
"Four and twenty, that's enough,"
Give the barber a pinch of snuff.
Bat, bat, come under my hat,And I'll give you a slice of bacon;
And when I bake
I'll give you a cake,
If I am not mistaken.
Birch and green holly, boys,
 Birch and green holly,
If you get beaten, boys,
Twill be your own folly.
Come when you're called,
Do what you're bid,
Shut the door after you,
Never be chid.
He ate more meat than four score men;
 He ate a cow, he ate a calf,
He ate a butcher and a half;
He ate a church, he ate a steeple,
He ate the priest and all the people,
And yet he complained he was hungry!
As I was going to Charing Cross
I saw a man upon a black horse;
They told me it was King Charles the First;
Oh dear! my heart was ready to burst.
 Bounce Buckram, velvet's dear;
Christmas comes but once a year. Sneeze on a Monday, sneeze for danger;
Sneeze on a Tuesday, kiss a stranger; S neeze on Wednesday, sneeze for a letter; Sneeze on a Thursday, something better;
Sneeze on a Friday, sneeze for sorrow;
Sneeze on a Saturday, see your sweetheart tomorrow.
What is the rhyme for porringer?
 The King he had a daughter fair,
And gave the Prince of Orange her. Cross patch,
Draw the latch,
Sit by the fire and spin;
Take a cup,
And drink it up,
Then call your neighbours in. For every evil under the sun
There is a remedy or there is none.If ther be one try and find it;
If there be none never mind it.
My little old man and I fell out;
 I'll tell you what 'twas all about:
I hade money and he had none,
And that's the way the noise begun. There was a little rabbit sprig
Which, being little, was not big;
He always walked upon his feet,
And never fasted when he eat.
When from a place he ran away
He never at that place did stay.
 And when he ran, as I am told,
He ne'er stood still for young or old;Though ne'er instructed by a cat,
He knew a mouse was not a rat.
One day, as I am certified,He took a whim and fairly died;
And, as I'm told by men of sense
He never has been walking since.
Diddily Dee Dot's Dreamland for Children Everywhere : Blog KAYLEIGH OF Q
Dobbin's Friend
Dobbin has a little friend,
Spotted white and sable;
Every day she goes to him,
In his lonely stable.
Not a mite of dread has she,
Not a thought of danger,
Lightly runs between his hoofs,
Jumps upon his manger,
Lays her soft warm cheek to his,
Purrs her meek "Good-morning!"
Gives the flies that hover near
Such a look of warning.
"Dobbin dear," she sometimes says,
"Feel my winter mittens!
"Nice and warm, you see, and made
Purposely for kittens.
Dobbin dear, such times at home!
Mother has caught a rat!
Brought it home to show to us,
What do you think of that?"
"Dobbin," she whispers, purring still,
"You often get so weary !
Why don't you balk or run away,
And get your freedom dearie?"
Then Dobbin gives his head a toss,
And says: "For shame, Miss Kitty!
If I could do so mean a thing
Twould be a monstrous pity!
"No, no; my master's good and kind!
I'll never vex him - never!"
And pussy, pleased, still rubs his cheek,
And likes him more than ever.
This is the complete version of a wonderful little verse by
MARY MAPES DODGE,
whom you all know I like very much. xxx
Diddily Dee Dot's Dreamland for Children Everywhere : Blog CAMELOT 
Gypsy Folk Tales,
by Francis Hindes Groome, [1899], at sacred-texts.com
Twopence-Halfpenny
There were three brothers. The three were going on the road to seek
for work. Night came upon them. They knew not where to go to get
lodgings: it was night. They were travelling through a wood on an old
road. They saw a small light, and they came to a cottage. They were
hungry and tired. The door was open. They saw a table with food upon it.
Said the eldest brother, 'Go you in.'
'I am not going in; go in yourself.'
'Not I, indeed.'
'You are two fools,' said Jack. And in he went, and sat down at the
table, and ate his bellyful. The other two watched him. They were
afraid to enter the house. At last the other two went in, and sat down
and ate.
Now a little old woman comes. Said the old woman, 'I have seen no man here for many years. Whence came ye hither?'
'We are seeking for work.'
'I will find work for you to-morrow.'
They went to bed. Up they rose in the morning. And there was a great
pot on the fire, and porridge and milk. That was the food they ate. Now
the old woman tells the eldest brother to go into the barn to get the
tools, and to go into the wood to fell the trees. He took off his coat.
There he is doing the work. There came an old dwarf, and asked him who
told him to fell the wood. He could not see this little man, so small
was he. He looked under his feet; he saw him in the stubble. The old
dwarf hit him and beat him, until he bled, and there he left him. Now
the maid comes with his dinner. The girl went home and told the two
other brothers to come and carry him home and put him to bed.
In the morning the second brother goes to the wood.
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Kayleigh of Q
The Chorus of Frogs
Croak, croak, croak !"
Said the croaking voice of a frog:
"A rainy day
In the month of May,
And plenty of room in the bog."
"Croak, croak, croak !"
Said the frog, as it hopped away:
"The insects feed
On the floating ween,
And I'm hungry for dinner today."
 "Croak, croak, croak !"
Said the frog, as it splashed about:
"Good neighbours all,
When you hear me call,
It is odd that you don't come out."
"Croak, croak, croak !"
said the frogs: "it is charming weather;
We'll come and sup
When the moon is up,
And we'll all of us croak together."
Written by Anne Hawkshawe.
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THE B-I-B-L-E
The B-I-B-L-E,
Yes, that's the Book for me;
I stand upon the Word of God
The B-I-B-L-E!
The B-L-O-O-D
That Jesus shed for me;
Christ paid the price, our sacrifice
The B-L-O-O-D!
I'm S-A-V-E-D,
By G-R-A-C-E;
I'm saved by grace, the Scripture says
The B-I-B-L-E!
say the B - I - B - L - E split words individually
Diddily Dee Dot's Dreamland for Children Everywhere : Blog STRUWWELPETER
Or, Merry Stories & Funny Pictures.
It
was my birthday on the 1st of September and as I'm sure you all know my
passions are; my wonderful husband Peter, then books and music, not
forgetting my huge family and all the pets.
So you can imagine my
delight when I open the wrapping paper and there is a scruffy board backed book called "Struwwelpeter" oh my goodness, I was so happy.
The book
was written first in 1846 and my copy was printed in the early 1900's
without having a date or Author listed just Blackie who were the publishers.
I hope to put
all the pictures and stories between this web site and Seligor's Castle.
They are not the nicest of stories I must admit, but if your
good and kind then I'm sure you will be alright.
The gentleman who wrote the book is , I shall let Wiki tell you;
Der Struwwelpeter (1845) is a popular German children's book by Heinrich Hoffmann. It comprises ten illustrated and rhymed stories, mostly about children. Each has a clear moral
that demonstrates the disastrous consequences of misbehavior in an
exaggerated way. The title of the first story provides the title of the
whole book. Literally translated, Struwwel-Peter means Shaggy-Peter.
Hoffmann, a Frankfurt psychiatrist, wanted to buy a picture book for his son for Christmas in 1844. Not impressed by what the stores had to offer, he instead bought a notebook and wrote his own stories and pictures. Hoffmann was persuaded by friends to publish the book anonymously as Lustige Geschichten und drollige Bilder mit 15 schön kolorierten Tafeln für Kinder von 3-6 Jah ren (Funny Stories and Whimsical Pictures with 15 Beautifully Coloured
Panels for Children Aged 3 to 6) in 1845.
It was not until the third
edition in 1858 that the book was published under the title Struwwelpeter.The book became very popular among children throughout Europe, and,
writes author and researcher Penni Cotton, the pictures and characters
showed a great deal of originality and directness.Struwwelpeter has been translated into several languages.The first English translation appeared in 1848. Mark Twain's English translation of the book is called "Slovenly Peter."
This is the book cover, a bit scruffy but I don't think it would have bothered our Struwwelpeter very much, just look at those finger nails. (I hope he never tried to pick his nose! 
In 2006, Fantagraphics Books published the first completely digital version of Struwwelpeter, reinterpreted and illustrated by Bob Staake.
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